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Frontier Fighters 35-xx-xx ep09 The Donner Party
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Frontier Fighters 35-xx-xx ep09 The Donner Party
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It is spring, 1846, in Sangamon County, Illinois. Attention. I want your attention. Now. Give me your attention, everybody, please. As I read the names from my muster roll, I want the head of every family to answer. All right. George Donner, his wife and five children. That's us. George Jacob Donner, my elder brother, his wife and seven children. Dear George James Reid, his wife and four children. Here. Donner. Mrs. Sarah Keys, mother of Mrs. James Reed. Here. And don't you forget that I'm 90 years old. Graves family here. The Breen family here. The Murphy's, the pikes. Here. 32 Teamsters and Camp assistants. Immigrant wagons. Yeah. Extra yolks of oxen, cows for milk, young beef cattle, saddle horses and a dog. I've got the dog, Daddy. Implements for the new farms. School supplies for trade goods for the Indians. And $10,000. $10,000. Who's got it? I've got the money, George. I stitched it between the covers of our quilt this afternoon. You'll sleep well tonight, George. Under $10,000, I won't sleep a wink. Folks. The responsibility of all that money. On July 25th at Fort Bridger, Wyoming, the Donner Party received a letter from Lansford W. Hastings, an organizer of emigrant trains, advising its captain to take the shorter route west, known as the Cut off, which led from Salt Lake to the Humboldt River. Jim Reed, you've known me for a long time now, haven't you? 15 years. Primer in man and boy in Illinois. Then insist that your party take the regular wagon road. Why? Well, I took the cut off once to My sorrow. It runs through the most desolate region in the whole world. It's sure death for a big party like this. But the new road is 300 mile near our destination. The cut off Reed crosses a great desert and traverses the worst part of the mountains. Short roads ain't always practical roads. Talk to George Donner. He's captain, not me. I have, but George is set on taking the cut off. I'd like to lay my hands on Hastings, that crazy adventurer. You're too late, Climan. Hastings is already on the way to the coast. He left word the cut off is perfectly safe and not difficult to travel over. Blocked by blind canyons, dense forests, mountain pockets. The Donner party finally reached Salt Lake. It had spent a month covering a distance which should have taken but eight days. Food was running low. To escape starvation in the wilderness. The party pressed forward. Faster, faster, faster. Fearful desolation, alkali and sand as far as the eye could see. Water casks were empty. The piercing rays of a pitiless sun beat down on human and beast alike. Then the Donner party struck the emigrant trail along the dry bed of the Humboldt. Jim Reed, you found water yesterday. It's in your powder hole. You're a liar, Snyder. I'll fight you, Reed, but just a drop of that water. We'll fight tomorrow. Snyder, not now. We'll fight now. Take that, your water thief. My husband's your best friend. He's a water thief. As for you, you interfering witch. Come, Snider. You'll never strike another woman. Oh, not in this life. Oh, no, Jim. Jim, I didn't mean it, see? Not with that knife. Look, I'm sorry, Jim. Now with that knife. Oh, Jim. Jim Reed, you've stabbed me to death. You stabbed me to death. Reid was voted out of the Donner party and his wife and family placed in charge of another group. Reid, banished, set out at once to secure aid for the party from the mountain settlements. One night to add to the party's wretchedness. George, wake up. India. Why? They're among the cattle. It's a stampede. Where's my gun? Here. Oh, look out, George. Don't get scared. You and the children stay underco. Sure. They're gone, Captain. George. And so is most of our beef cattle. Where's Jacob? My brother? Here, George. This looks like the end. All buck up, Jacob. Anyone hurt? No, thank God. Those red devils got away with 20 head of cattle. All we had. George. We can't hold out much longer. Not much longer. Tragedy struck again. Again. Again. One man Died of exhaustion. Murders by hunger. Mad men occurred with increasing frequency. Accidental killings were numerous. Little children fell with the trail. From the base of the mountains. The party literally crawled up the steep, pathless slopes to the Truckee river, which the party crossed and recrossed 51 times in 80 miles. Sudden Mountain storms shook the party into panic stricken, desperate pandemonium. I can't go on. Dear brave husband. Then we'll stay here and wait out the storm. What, in this snow? No more. We can't. I'm in charge of this party now. We'll go on to the crest. We will stay here. Where's George Donner? Sure, he's our rightful captain. We'll do as he says. He's still at Frost's Creek. Broken Axel. Oh, don't stand there talking. My children are freezing to death. I'll take charge from now on. We'll put up a 10 out of those pine trees and crawl in. We'll keep warm that way. Everybody start digging a hole. Cold October blended into a colder November. December snarled and bit like a mad white dog. The snow was 10ft deep. Starvation and death stalked through the camp. Jacob Donner and his three sons died. The long storm over. The party resumed its march on January 6, 1847. Mr. Eddy, are you strong enough to sight your gun? Sure, Mary, just show me the animal. But your hand shakes so. Oh, shucks, it's just buck fever. I headed to fort. Look, Mr. Eddy, about 90 yards to your left. I see it. A deer. He's a broadside too. Careful, Mr. Eddy. Now try again. Be careful. I'm sorry. Oh, you missed him. You missed him. No, no, Mary. Look. Look. He's wounded. He's staggering. He's falling. He down. Quick, Mary. Hurry, Mary. He may get away. He may get away. Rescue parties came and went, leaving brave men of their own groups to die. With a split up Donner party graft. Animals gone, the starving victims ate their moccasins. Harness leather, the strings from their snowshoes, the boots in which they stood. On February 27, the starving survivors of two parties met in Bear Valley, brought together by Jim Reed, who had been banished for killing Snyder. I'm Jim Reed. Where's my wife and my four children? Here's bread. Only a mouthful for each. Divide fairly now. Small morsel apiece. Oh, Jim. Jim, my darling. Oh, you're here at last. Oh, Jim, we're so hungry. Bread, Jim, bread. Not for me, but for our children. We started with four children. I see only two. Where's the other two? Don't Tell me they're dead. No. No, Jim. Not yet. They're back in the mountains with some men. Oh, we'll get them out, my darling, but it'll take time. It'll take time. In the huts at Prosser Creek, only nine persons remained alive. Among them were George Donner, dying from starvation, and his wife, tamsam Donner. Come, Mrs. Donner. There's nothing more you can do. You. You want me to leave George, my husband? Yes. George is dying, Mrs. Donner. So please come with us with your three remaining children. No. Take the children. They're young. They'll recover. But I beg of you, let me stay here with George. You can't last here. The children will need you later. When I married my George, I swore to God only death would part us. But death won't part us. Death will only bring us together again in another world where there's no hunger and no thirst. A place of brave men and loyal women. A heavenly refuge for exhausted bodies and tortured souls. Of the 81 persons in the Donner party when it Left Illinois, only 45 survived. Epic Heroes, all brave men, loyal women and laughing little children. They mocked the desert and thrust the mountains aside. Courageous, patient, hopeful, they were Western America triumphant. Victorious even over death. And so we lay a wreath on the unknown tombs of those frontier fighters who struggled ever westward to the eternal glory of their country. Earn your applied bachelor's degree in as little as three years fully online with Unity Environmental University. 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